All Things Fanged

My friend J. just sent the Manling a Nosferatu onesie in honor of the times we would watch the movie or have "theme" nights involving vampires. It's the coolest thing I've ever seen.

The Manling took it upon himself to grow in some teeths the past two days. The front bottom teeth have appeared; first his left, then his right. I didn't notice really any "teething" problems like sleeplessness, general PITA, or excessive drooling. What a stoic little dude!

And the last item that's tooth-related is that Mark and I went to see the Avs-Ducks hockey game on Tuesday. This was the first game we had seen since an unfortunate "incident" 5 years ago where we never got to see the 3rd period but did get to descend into the bowels of the Pepsi Center to the Dungeon, and thence to the Art Museum, as Mark claims. Once again, we did not get to see the 3rd period; one of the guys who went with us passed out during the second intermission, falling on his face in the bathroom. It wasn't due to alcohol - just a passing-out, very reminiscent of my cousin's first day of work. anyway, the dude broke his nose, a rib, and 2 teeth, breaking a few others, and requiring his lower lip to be sewed back onto his jaw and 2 trips to the ER.

So it has been quite the week for teeth around these parts.